“You won’t ever see us back away.
Til we make the world see that we ain’t come to play.
This is so lil girls dream bigger than they sposed to.
And we get a fair share of pie on the plate.
I am her.

Pardon this interruption of your daily status quo.
We’re here to disrupt the arrangement of your Daddy’s show.
This double extraordinary enigmatic flow is brought to u by Audre, and Bell and Maya Angelou.
Hand em over.
We need the titles, receipts, the empire replete with the power to speak.
And no, this is not a request.
Hundreds of years of forced silence got a lot on my chest.
And we don’t need your approval on our style of address.
Or style of the dress, I’ll rock a head wrap and bulletproof vest.
And start my lyrical sermon with this Mother you guessed it.
Just so we’re clear on who governs reproductive requests.
It’s not up to anyone’s opinion on how I protect it.
I’m part of collectives from Mali to Mecca getting bigger.
And our premiere gon be major no longer hidden figures.
We out to level the playing field for them young queens.
Coming for that wage gap til we recoup them Hidden figures.
In ’97 million women marched and I was wit it.
In 2017 the same the establishment livid.
If this a man’s world we came here to grab the equivalent.
And watch the future reimagined by the hand of the feminine.

You won’t ever see us back away.
Til we make the world see that we ain’t come to play.
This is so lil girls dream bigger than they sposed to.
And we get a fair share of pie on the plate.
I am her.”